1 comments/ 3779 views/ 1 favorites Vera's Tale By: Wifetheif A Corollary To Cygnus Five This story was inspired by a comment to "Cygnus Five" by brunettepatrice. I hope it meets the satisfaction of her and other readers. ***** Now I am simply "Blondie" but once I was Vera Nickles the wife of an earth man. We were a very happy couple. Now My mind is a twisted knot of emotions. I should explain that the man whose collar I now wear, Kellen Schwartz, has kept me as his personal slave for the over a year. Exactly how long I have been here I really do not know for sure. The life I once knew ended in violence and sadness. For reasons that I will reveal as the narrative necessitates, I have resolved myself to my fate. It is at the request of my Master that I have drafted this narrative. I write in the same notebook as the man who was my husband, Kent Nickles. He is enslaved with me, in far more deplorable circumstances. Now I have to make a decision regarding him. It is the hardest choice I ever had to make. My story started many months ago as part of a planned vacation. Our good friend, Lenny Myers and his wife Sylvia, who is like a sister to me, as well as myself and my husband Kent were on our way to a sunny planet and a vacation by the water. I can still envision the beaches we we scheduled to visit. Sylvia and I are the same age. Her Parents were originally from Korea, we are opposites in so many ways. I am a bit taller than her and I have a bigger bust line but both of us kept in fantastic shape. Driving each other to greater glory in the gym was one of hobbies. Our efforts were rewarded with appreciative looks we garnered from men everywhere we went. She has raven black hair while mine is straw yellow. We grew up three doors apart and have been inseparable since we were the littlest of girls. Going on vacation with her was a natural as breathing Lenny had just bought the space ship and this had been our first long trip in it. Once we darted to Callisto, in orbit around Jupiter for the spectacular views and the shopping. The ship seemed perfectly sound then. Something happened to the thing Lenny called "the quantum infuser" and we were forced to land here on Cygnus Five for repairs. We knew that Cygnus Five had been settled by the Stag Warriors many generations ago. I read a lot about the Stag Warriors when I was in school. They are patriarchal in ways that make traditional defenders of male privilege on earth seem like the most reasonable men alive. For me the best part of the Stag Warrior story was the heroics of Field Marshall Beatrice Breton. Now THERE was a woman! The fact that she got those atrocious warriors to heel and drove them from the planet, really irritated the Stag Warriors as they left earth for parts unknown. It was several centuries until their final destination was discovered. Earth was a long time in recovering from the billion plus casualties but men and women rebuilt the world as equals. Male attitudes like those of the Stag Warriors had effectively vanished from earth. Where I was raised, men were gallant, protective but not overbearing. Women were fully equal to men, we shared the same rights. Of course the planet changed in other ways. As earth rebuilt after the war, a planet short of resources began to limit fertility. Kent and I had filled out all the forms and hoped to hear back from the pregnancy permission board sometime in the future, maybe in three or four years, Kent and I would have been permitted to get pregnant. Yes, it made us frustrated, but because of the laws imposed after the defeat of the Stag Warriors there was no poverty, little disease, and hunger was an alien concept. In light of that, we could not complain too vociferously. The needs of one couple had to take second fiddle to the needs of an entire planet. Sylvia shared that desire with me. I still miss Sylvia desperately. We had been friends since before grade school. We got married around the same time. She was my maid of honor and I was her matron of honor. Ever since we were kids we had dressed in complimentary fashion. It was an innocent game of childhood that flowed naturally into adulthood. Every morning we would call each other to decide how to dress. I set Sylvia up with Lenny, who was a friend of my Kent. All four of us made contented and happy couples. We got into some great adventures, even topless beaches on more than one occasion. I didn't care that Lenny spied my goodies or that Kent drank in Sylvia's boobies so avidly. There was not a chance in the world that either man would have dreamed of cheating on us. As for Sylvia and myself, we shared many things, but aside from one bad incident in high school, we never shared our men. Not that I wasn't attracted to Lenny. He is tall and very muscular, quite the contrast to my reed thin and not quite as tall, Kent. My Kent was a wonder in bed, and kept me so happy, that I'd have killed myself before I committed an infidelity. In any event we were forced to land on Cygnus Five and the comfortable life I knew came to an end. Almost immediately upon landing a group of hulking cops ordered us out of Lenny's spaceship. That the cops next orders were for Sylvia and myself to strip, hit us like a club between the eyes. Sylvia and I stared at each other, not believing what we had heard. Once the police leveled their weapons at Kent and Lenny, we immediately complied. I can still remember the last set of clothes I wore as a free woman. Tight pink slacks, a black blouse that was probably should have been buttoned up a bit more. Sylvia wore the same colors as I but opposite. We wore matching white travel slippers and underneath everything, some really lacy and expensive white bra and panty sets, to entice our husbands once we reached our vacation spot. The cop in charge explained that the Stag Warriors do not recognize marriage or anything resembling equality between the sexes. He called us "unclaimed property" and "contraband." Once we were naked our hands were cuffed behind our backs, For the first time, I felt the horror of a collar slip about my neck. My ankles and thighs were chained together. After that a huge policeman threw me over his shoulder and I was carried to a police cruiser. Sylvia was right beside me. Both of cried longer and harder than at any other point in our lives. We wanted to lean against each other for comfort but there was a partition between the seats. We stared at each other through our tears and told each other to be strong. The drive to hell was not long. They called it "the communal lockup" but for Sylvia and it was a horror. The ONLY good thing about that hell hole is that they removed our chains and collars. With so many leering armed guards there was nothing for us to do but obey. That were were dealing with very fearsome people became clear to Sylvia and I when we were ordered to remove our jewelry. I took off my wedding ring my engagement ring a gold necklace with an opal from my neck and a bracelet that I liked to wear for luck. Sylvia followed suit, she looked so strange without the gold hoops that she had worn virtually every day since she was twelve years old. I could not remember the last time I had seen her without them. Instead of tagging our valuables and placing them in an envelope for us to claim later, the bastards did something completely unexpected. It was an act calculated to enrage and humiliate Sylvia and myself; it certainly fulfilled its purpose. Alternating between laughing at us and making rude comments about our bodies and what they would do to us if they were not cops, they removed the diamonds from our wedding rings. Aside from the diamond in my wedding band, my engagement ring had several small diamond chips. The apes who processed us removed every valuable stone even as Sylvia and I begged the men not to. The men laughed and said "Watch carefully." To our horror, our gold jewelry was deposited in a metal forge! In seconds the mementos of our married state were reduced to molten liquid! Everything we possessed was now lost, never to be returned. I know that Sylvia contemplated the pale ring around the third finger of her left hand with the same overwhelming sense of loss as my own. While the guards laughed uproariously at our predicament we were led on to be weighed, What was in store for us in the morning was explained to us in detail. We were to be bid on and battled over like pieces of meat in front of wild animals. We also understood that there was a glimmer of a chance that our husbands could win us back. My heart fell, Kent was no match for any man on this planet. Sylvia faced better odds but we both had out doubts. Lenny kept in shape but it had been years since he fought competitively. If our husbands could not win us we became the "property' of our "Master" and would be his to do with in any way he chose. We were told to expect beatings and or spankings if we were not immediately compliant. I felt like Alice through the looking glass, except that on this side of the mirror everyone was the evil queen. We were photographed head to toe, minutely inspected, and showered, all under the watchful eyes of guards, not a one of whom was even gentleman enough to hide his erection. We had to submit to a physical administered by a doctor, who at least treated us as human beings. Finally a depilatory was run over our entire bodies. I watched appalled as a leering guard roughly handled my intimate area and reduced my thick and beautiful golden carpet of pubic hair into a thin long line. His hands were cold and his manners crude. At no point were we given clothing to shield our nudity. The other women there did not seem as embarrassed as we were but they were as full of trepidation as Sylvia and myself, From them we learned that Masters varied in attitude greatly. Some were harsh all the time others applied discipline only when necessary. Every Master was demanding however. No woman had any say in who owned her, so all were fearful of being purchased or won by a tyrant. We exchanged stories with our fellow prisoners. Some had tried to run away. Others had been seized to settle a debt. Still others had ended up in the communal lockup when their Masters had been arrested for a crime or had passed away. A few, like us, had men on the outside waiting to battle for and win them. The other prisoners sympathized with our predicament and gave us what advice they could. We were told our best option was complete submission. "Your Masters will break you eventually, fighting him just puts him a foul mood which he takes out on YOU!" said a very beautiful dark haired woman named Tina, who was being sold to settle a debt. Her master had gone bankrupt. Tina's Master had been a fairly kind one. He had not wanted to part with Tina but her sale had been mandated by the court. Because of a recent injury, it was impossible for him to try and win her back. Tina's sadness and fear was perhaps as deep and profound as our own. After hours of humiliation Sylvia and I were led to a set of bunk beds open to the sky. A man in a black hood, wielding a whip patrolled the sleeping area. A all loud conversation was ended with the crack of a whip. Sylvia and I were able to engage in an extended conversation before dark. Once night fell, we were given a shot to make us sleep. We promised each other that if only one of us made it out of this prison, we would take care of Kent and Lenny. It was only because of the drug that I slept at all To the sound of the guards pounding their nightsticks against the bars and every flat surface, I awoke the next morning, genuinely disappointed that I was still alive. After a meager breakfast of oatmeal and fruit, numbers were assigned to all the women in the prison, Sylvia's spot was two ahead of mine. My last memory of my best friend was seeing her being escorted between two huge guards. She nodded at me and flashed the "friends forever" gesture we had exchanged with each other all the time since we had developed it as ten year's old. I cried as Sylvia vanished from view. My emotions brought a crack of the whip from the hooded sentry and a demand for silence. I wiped my tears and vowed that I would not give these gorillas the satisfaction of seeing me burst into tears again. I'm proud to say that I honored that vow, for a while anyway. The guards came for me. I could not run away, I could not hide, I tried and failed to will myself invisible. I was led out through a tunnel into the bright sunlight. I could hear the shouts of the men. My heart was racing so fast I felt sure it would batter its way out of my chest. With rebellion impossible I found myself almost a distant observer. I felt sure that the woman being fastened spread eagle to the portable frame was someone else. She was some other blonde. A figment of my nightmare. I prayed that I would wake up to find myself in bed with Kent snoring sweetly beside me. The reality of the situation revealed itself when my frame was towed to a spot just above a sawdust ring and I saw my Kent. He wore a stern, determined expression which only broke when he gazed up and me and mouthed "I love you." I returned the phrase, trying to raise my voice above the tumult of harsh male voices. I realized by the intensity of the bidding that I was a very desired property. One of the guards had told us that blondes were rather rare on Cygnus Five. For the first time in my life I cursed my golden locks. On earth my hair had opened so many doors, here it was condemning me. The men battling for the right to battle Kent for me were all uniformly large. All of them were dark haired, very tall and spectacularly muscled. A combination that under other circumstances I could find quite stimulating. My blood froze when I spied Kent's ultimate opponent. He was larger than all of the others, his features wore a mask of combat but he was not unattractive. I still wanted no part of him. I feared for Kent as I had never feared for him before. The battle, such as it was, did not last long. Kent warded off the first blow, but crumpled under the second. For a horrifying instant, I suspected that he had been killed. After a moment, however, I discerned that he was still breathing. Had he died for my sake, I would have seen no sense in going on. I felt the hooded guards release my arms, legs,and waist. I fell to the ground as I had been instructed by my jailers and for the second time, sensed the collar around my throat. Despite the revelry of the crowd, I heard the click of my collar close with an almost audible sound of infinity. Trying to get a hold of myself, I threw myself at the feet of my ne "owner" and waited for him to recognize me. From above came his huge hand, He helped me to my feet and wrapped me in a flimsy red robe that covered absolutely nothing. In my peripheral vision I saw Kent's limp body being carried off. My heart breaking, I focused my eyes on the huge brute who had bested my husband. He smiled broadly, greatly improving his looks and said "Hello, Blondie. We are going to have lots of fun together." Through a crowd of cheering men congratulating my "Master" and shouting comments about my body, I was led to a rather large air sled. My Master strapped me into the passenger seat, slid behind the wheel and punched in the launch code. I felt the vehicle lift and took one last look out the window. The life I knew was over. I hoped that Lenny and Sylvia had been reunited and that Kent would recover quickly. The barbarian, my barbarian, gently stroked my thigh with his left hand as we soared over the green landscape of Cygnus Five. Still in a state of unreality, I had to focus intently upon his words, "Now Blondie, Don't expect much sympathy simply because you are new to this world. I expect obedience and compliance. I'd prefer not to mark your beautiful skin. If I DO have to strike you, I am telling you now that it will be YOUR fault!" I stared back at him dumbly. "Don't act stupid, Blondie. I know you heard me. I run a dairy farm some distance from the city. Virtually everything is automated, which means that we will have plenty of time for fun." He winked at me and continued. "I am so happy to finally own a blonde. If you prove to be trainable I will put a little warrior in your womb, Perhaps one every two years for the next decade. How does that sound to you , Blondie?" Fighting for words I was at last able to sputter, "I like children." My Master laughed and I cringed, I had sounded just like a twelve year old babysitter. Felling beyond idiotic I sat in silence the rest of the flight, trying to adjust my reality. Once we landed, I learned my barbarian's name, Kellen Schwartz. I saw his name above the door and on military decorations and awards upon the walls. He gave me a tour of his surprisingly neat and not overly large house. He showed me where wings could be attached to the house to accommodate nurseries or bedrooms for children. He ran down what was expected of me. "You will clean this house, make my meals, launder my clothes and fulfill my every whim. I will tend to the barns, machinery and animals myself. Compared to the lot of some slaves, you have a pretty sweet ride, Blondie." The tour ended, where I knew it inevitably would, at his spacious bedroom. A large bed sat under a window. In various places around the room were items I could only conclude were torture devices. There was a person sized cage, a metal frame like the one I had been strapped to not an hour earlier and lots of sharp pointy things. My Master must have heard my gasp because he said, "Don't worry Blondie, so long as you obey me, you will never know the purpose of these 'tools against resistance' I can not say the same for your predecessor." He had worn a serious expression as he spoke the words, but immediately put on a grin. "I can forgive an occasional burned dinner or a ruined shirt so long as you excel sexually. I will NOT tolerate sass,rebellion or lack of passion in the bedroom." Once he was sure that I had absorbed his words he said, "Here is what happens now, Blondie. You will undress me, nice and slow. Once I am naked you will suck my cock and swallow my seed. After that, aside from a break for dinner we will spend the rest of the day fucking." For the first time the words, "Yes, Master." crossed my lips as I set to work. Naked the barbarian was like nothing I had ever encountered before. Sculpted like a movie muscleman, every inch of mass seemed ready to spring to action. His body above the waist was mostly hairless except for his forearms and an oval of dark thatch on his chest. His penis was the largest I had ever seen outside of a pornographic movie. I felt like a heel, but I really liked his buttocks and, despite myself, wondered about his pumping power. To buy some time, before I actually set to work, I tended to his wounds. There were a few deep cuts and lots of bruises. A very strange feeling hit me as I wiped away his blood. All of these wounds had come about directly as a result of his desire to own me. Every bruise, every cut was, in a sense, the mark of his passion for me. True, that passion was mostly hormonal lust but he had to have seen more to me than a simple sex toy to expend so much effort. The thought humbled me and brought tears to my eyes. Misinterpreting my tears, he stroked my hair and stated, "Don't cry, Blondie. I am a gentle guy unless you piss me off. You are my property now, I will protect you, feed, you, clothe you and house you. You already mean a great deal to me. In a very real sense you are my treasure. Without you this is just an empty house. I look forward to when you understandable sadness passes. I am sure that when you smile it will light up this house like a torch. I very much want to see that smile. I also very much expect your obedience." With that he bent and kissed me for the first. I returned his kiss and felt a sudden calm as his huge strong arms wrapped themselves about my slim form. For the first time my fear left me. I began to kiss my way down his muscular torso until I was kneeling eye level to his massive cock. I had a hard time at first getting all of him into my mouth, but at last I managed it. He had quite the staying power and my jaw was sore by the time he finally came. Even if I had not been ordered to do so, I knew that swallowing was my only option. As Kellen Schwartz's man juice slid down my throat I tried, in vain to recall the taste of my husband, Kent. Vera's Tale "Very good, Blondie!" enthused my Master. In the future I will expect you to audibly thank me every time I bless you with my come. Overwhelmed in so many ways I was able to emit a faint, "Thank you, Master." before he helped me to my feet. We progressed over to the bed where I expected to be battered and abused. My Master proved that he was full of surprises, however. Once I was under the covers, my body fully veiled for the first time in days, my Master began kissing me all over my body, gently and passionately. His tongue on my nearly naked sex was a complete and utter surprise. I had adored my Kent's cunnilingus skills but Kellen was obviously far more experienced and talented. The last thing I wanted was my body betraying me. Amazingly, I held it together until my Master entered my pussy. Never had I been so filled. Never had the rhythm of the organ sliding in an out of me been so persistent and steady. Wishing I was anywhere or anyone else, I heard myself panting and moaning. I pushed my mouth against the shoulder of the stranger above me to prevent myself from screaming out loud. I came with a shudder as his organ emptied itself deep inside me. Feeling like the world's greatest traitor I turned over once he exited me and cried loud and hard into the pillows. My Master ran his hand gently along my back. "There is no shame in receiving pleasure, Blondie. It must be a bit staggering to have sex with a real man for the first time. Everyone knows the last real man left earth with the final Stag Warrior. One day we shall return and avenge our defeat. When that day comes, the women of earth will spread their legs and welcome their masters with the same passion you just showed. Now thank me. I want to see how good your cooking is and then I am going to take that fantastic ass of yours." A titanic rage building in me, I spat out a thanks and wept again. In the kitchen I tried to make a good meal for both of us. For one thing I was famished for another thing I feared punishment for not doing a good job. To my utter shock the meat in his refrigerator all had bones in it. I had never encountered meat that was not synthetic before. "These people really are barbarians." I thought to myself. I hoped that I could cook real meat as well as the synthetic kind. I grilled some chops and made a rice side dish that had always made Kent happy. I doubled the portions when my Master informed me as to how much he normally ate. The kitchen was thoroughly modern in most respects, if about two decades behind what I was familiar with on earth. With trepidation, I set a place for both of us at the table and set out the meal. My Master promptly moved my plate next to his, pulled me onto his lap and instructed me to eat. I was relieved at his broad smile and praise for my food. Truth be told Kent did most of the cooking. I was good at a limited menu, my husband can cook virtually anything. "Not bad, Blondie." said my Master. You can leave the dishes for tomorrow. I want a shot at that luscious ass of yours as soon as we are finished eating." With that, one of his hands gently patted my bottom. Eating this way was far more intimate than I expected. I had no choice but to lean against my Master's broad chest. It was comforting somehow. I watched his strong arms work, surprised that he ate like a highly civilized man. Between bites he talked to me in a soft voice. "I have a harsh reputation around town. Much of that comes from my experience in the militia. I am a captain. You have to be exceptionally tough to climb the ranks of the Stag Warrior army. 'How tough is he?' you might ask yourself. Well, every officer starts out as a private and battles for every subsequent rank. There is no such thing as an 'armchair general' in our military. I could still be called to active duty if circumstances required it. As for slaves, I have owned several. They could not meet my high standards, but I can already tell that you are a bit different. Earth girls are said to be intelligent. They must be, one of them actually defeated us. Don't over think things and you should do well, Blondie. You are by far the most beautiful slave I have ever seen, let alone owned." I cleared my plate, as did my Master. He led me to a bathroom where I relieved myself and washed my hands and face. There was an extra toothbrush. He had me use it and then it was back to his bedroom. "I am going to take your ass in a bit, Blondie but first, I must demonstrate my power to you." Before I knew what was happening my hands were lashed together and I was balancing on my tiptoes from a hook in the ceiling. "This is the lash." said my Master nonchalantly. Then he struck me three quick times across my back and legs I screamed with pain and begged for mercy. Through my tears I saw my Master reach for my hands. I hoped he was going to release me instead he slid an object over my left thumb and began turning a key at the top. The pain was sudden and diabolical. "That is a thumbscrew. If I keep turning, your thumb will be crushed and amputated." "Please Master, have Mercy!" All at once the pain vanished. I sobbed tears of relief. "I really did not want to do that, Blondie but you MUST understand what you are up against. You are my slave for forever if I choose. Your can either spend forever in pain or in smiling, happy service. Escape is not possible. You will never see earth again so your only option is to settle in and be the best slave you can possibly be. He released my wrists. I was unsteady for a moment. I gazed into my master's large brown eyes as he said. "I take it, Blondie, that the lesson was learned?" "Yes, Master." I replied, chilled to the bone. In a very short time I had seen both sides of Kellen Schwartz. There could only be one option for myself, keeping this man happy at all costs. He led me to the unmade bed and had me get on my hands and knees. I thought it impossible for my tiny asshole to dilate enough to accommodate his massive cock. Yet, persistence, slowness, and gentleness won the day and I felt every centimeter of his manhood inside me. Gently, almost delicately he pumped away. Under his insistent manhood, my body fully relaxed. I screamed Kent's name as I came and then collapsed in a heap as my Master's spunk gently seeped from my body. "In the future, you will scream 'Master' or you WILL be disciplined." My Master raised the shade over the bed and the unfamiliar stars of the Cygnus Five sky twinkled. I realized that the first day of the rest of my life had just come and gone. As if reading my thoughts, the man who now called me his property said. "You have had a very long and trying day. To prove to you that I am not a tyrant, I suggest we prepare for bed and get some sleep. You can leave the dishes for tomorrow." He supervised my bathroom visit and then cast a stern look upon me. "It is fully in my right to cage you tonight and every night I feel that you merit it. However, I suspect that you want nothing more than to sleep. I will let you share my bed wearing a pair of comfortable, but attached gloves to keep ideas like strangling me in my sleep, from entering your mind. You must know that the bedroom door locks by a keypad and I alone know the combination. If you decide one day, to try something foolish, such as attempting to stab me. I can easily over power you. If you do succeed in killing me your life becomes infinitely worse. The punishment for a slave who kills her master is three full days and nights of ravagement followed by being publicly drawn and quartered." Suitably chastened, I made no protest as he slid on the fur lined leather gloves, separated by a thin webbing. He tucked me in and I soon found a way to lie comfortably without the gloves getting in the way. My Master slid into bed next to me, wrapped himself about me. He is warm, I will say that. No doubt due to the many stresses of the day I was soon fast asleep. That first night I had a dream in which I was a butterfly caught in a spider's web. The huge red eyes of the spider bore down on me and I awoke screaming. Kellen, shushed me, held me tighter and whispered softly in my ear to go back to sleep. After that I didn't dream anything. My first full day as a slave dawned clear and bright. At my Master's urging, I began the day by performing fellatio upon him. Later, I admired the green meadows from the windows of the house as I tried to lose myself in the various jobs my Master assigned me. Breakfast was a bit of an adventure. The eggs came out okay but I burned the bacon three successive times. Real bacon apparently comes from an animal called a hog. It cooks nothing like the synthetic bacon made of soy that I was raised with. My cooking failures brought down my first spanking. It was the first time in my life anyone had ever struck me. I had never witnessed violence outside of Lenny's mixed martial arts fights in college. Kent would rather have taken his life than strike me. The pain was more than physical. After the initial sting, the intensity of the pain faded. I detested being abused this way. On the other hand it certainly seemed to focus my mind. I then busied myself with the cleaning. When I asked my Master why he did not have any cleaning robots he stared at me like I was five years old and responded evenly and logically, "That is what slaves are for." Ask a stupid question... The cleaning itself was not overly onerous. The house was already fairly neat. There were all the tools I needed to maintain that order. There was a vacuum cleaner, mops, rags, soap and wax. On earth that was all the function of one robot. At least the cleaning kept my mind off of other things. I absently tugged at my collar. It amazed how rapidly I had ceased noticing its presence. I was still naked. The small apron I was permitted to wear while cooking could not be worn at any other time. I realized that clothing would just get in the way and would be just more things to clean. My Master's laundry room was another matter entirely. His stale clothes reeked like nothing I had ever previously encountered. The washer and dryer were modern. It must have been a while since my Master had owned a slave, there were at least three weeks worth of clothes spilling out of a hamper next to the washing machine. My master caught my thoughts as I surveyed the room. "I WILL clean my house so as not to have to live in my own filth, but my first duty in the army was laundry detail and I vowed that I would never do anybody's laundry again, including my own." After I absorbed that information, he lightened the mood by saying, "It's a good thing you came along when you did Blondie, I was just about out of clothes." For the first time I smiled in his presence. "Wow!" "Wow what?" I asked "That smile. Wow. Do it again!" I tried forcing a smile upon my lips but my Master told me to stop. "You can't force it, Blondie, Don't worry, your smile will return in time." Between sessions with the mop and visits to the washer and dryer, My Master took me often. With time I have lost track of the actual numbers but I think that first day he took me six times. His job seemed so boring. He sat at the computer and monitored his farm. The cows wore minding collars and were led by the computer through their various routines for the day. A fleet of robots and drones policed up the waste, located breaks in the fencing and even monitored the moisture of the soil. The dairy was similarly automated. My Master sold various cheeses and some ice cream. We never ran out of that stuff. My second full day as a slave passed very similarly to the first, only with less cleaning and more fucking. Kellen Schwartz really knows how to use the equipment he is blessed with. While my body increasingly relaxed under his touch, I tried to force my mind to rebel. I clung to memories of Kent. In quiet moments I replayed all of our good times together. At some level I understood that this approach was counter productive but I wasn't yet ready to give up and become a mindless automaton. To my consternation, the more I tried to pull away from him the kinder and more gentle he became. My Master did not see me as a mindless robot. We talked a great deal about a variety of subjects. He adored my intelligence and showed me electronic books that he thought I would enjoy. Sensing a weakness, he asked me what baby names I favored. To my utter disgust, almost immediately I forgot the feel of Kent's cock in my hand and mouth. More and more I felt like the trapped butterfly from my dream. Kellen Schwartz was not a red eyed,looming spider, he was something worse. Our first serious conflict came the third day of my captivity. My master decided to pierce my nipples. I most assuredly did not want this modification. When I raised my objections my Master was not moved. "My treasure should show the world how treasured she is. Only highly prized slaves are pierced." That broke the dam and I let fly with everything. I yelled at him, spat at him and insulted him every which way. I proclaimed my independence and shouted that I was the property of no man. A firm slap across my face silenced me. My master folded his arms across his chest an glowered. "You are a slave. I call you Blondie, but legally you have no name. If I like I can sell you or give you away. I could take you to the city and make you turn tricks from midnight to dawn. I can maim or kill you with little consequence. In the eyes of Cygnus Five you are only a step above livestock. Life with me is a picnic compared to dwelling under the real hard asses I could sell you to. You own nothing, not even the skin of your own body. They are NOT your nipples, they are MY nipples. Now before I get violent, calm down and submit." His statement of my reality hit my like a knife to the gut. My protestations had achieved absolutely nothing. A short time later I was on the frame in the bedroom, my arms and legs spread with another strap circling my waist. I wore a scowl but felt no pain due to a local anesthetic and my Master's speed with the gun. I stared down at my erect nipples The gold of the tiny barbells reminded me of my lost wedding rings and I realized that I was now sealed to another man. I was too numb to cry. For the first time in nearly a week I was given something to wear. To lacy to be consider clothing, the sheer black outfit was just my size. Now I understood what the drone from the city had delivered. I had to admit that the black lace complimented my skin in a very alluring way. The piercings caught the light under the lace, attracting the eye. I modeled the outfit for my Master and tried to push away my morose mood. I had no idea that this night would ultimately change my captivity in ways I could not imagine. My master decided that he liked the ambiance of the living room better. He was naked. I was in my lace on the floor sucking his cock. Internally I was wondering if this was to be my destiny. I knew I could do a lot worse, but the thought of never seeing Kent, or Sylvia or Lenny again was the saddest future I could imagine. I tried to push away those sat thoughts and keep focused. So intently had I been working that the sensation of my master's cum filling my mouth almost caught me by surprise. After a very prompt, "Thank you." my Master congratulated me and pulled me onto his lap. My Master has one of the fastest recovery speeds I have ever encountered. After some long deep kisses that I frankly enjoyed he was ready to go again. My outfit was crotch less so he simply slid me onto his lap and began pumping away with his massive tool. My Master lasts quite a while and despite my depression I was soon transported on the waves of orgasm. I called out Kent's name and my master slapped me in the ass for it but I was too caught up in the feel of the barbarian inside me to really notice the swat to my ass. I was able to completely relax this time and gasped loudly when he came deep inside of me. We were snuggling when we heard the dogs howl. What happened next I could not have predicted with the best ESP ever invented in fiction. My Master went out to investigate, temporarily he lashed me in place to a hook in the ceiling. After a shout silencing the dogs, who should my Master lead into the room but, Kent, My husband! Dressed like a commando, Kent had become a one man army to try and liberate me. I shouted my startled recognition. Once the man whose collar I now wore recalled Kent from the battle he laughed loudly for a very long time. Helpless I watched as he made my Kent strip, he collared my husband before pinning him to the ground and locking away his penis in something that looked like a medieval torture device. Powerful Kellen Schwartz did not have to lean very hard on Kent to make him spill every detail of his plan to rescue me. I think that I loved Kent at that moment more passionately than at any other point in our marriage. That his plan was doomed to fail in a dozen different ways was carefully explained to me over the coming days. Those facts still did not diminish my admiration for Kent. I ached to take him in my arms even as I heard my Master state, "A twig like you could never do a warrior's job. The fact that I am still alive demonstrates how worthless you really are. However, you may actually be a blessing to me. Blondie will be much easier to train if she is worried about something happening to you. Putting the screws to you could take weeks off of Blondie's training. Congratulations loser, you just made your former wife a much better and more enthusiastic slave for ME!" In that moment I realized that any hope I had of ever returning to my old life was a dream best starved until it expired. In the next statement I saw both the worst and best of my Master. "Here is how it goes, Blondie. So long as you are enthusiastic, adventurous and extremely grateful every time I fuck you, the twig here can stay with us and watch me take you. If you keep me in a good mood, I will allow him to be fed and for you to spend some time with him. Cop an attitude and I'll have him shipped to Port Noir, where the men who like to lie with men live. I'm sure those guys would pay a nice sum for a thin little boy toy like him. If I ship him out I return to using the whip and thumbscrews on you. Is that clear, Blondie?" What else could I say? My life was now no longer mine, it now encompassed Kent's. I'd rather forget the rest of that night. Kent was lashed to the frame which had held me just hours before as I serviced the barbarian and gave him everything he wanted all the while feigning enthusiasm. At least it STARTED out as feigning. After being thoroughly used and emotionally spent, sleep hit me very quickly. I practically passed out. I was relived in the morning that Kent was not in the room. My master had moved him to the spare cage in the back of the house. How can I describe my life as a slave once my husband became a prisoner under the same roof? He is not my husband now, I know that with a finality. I am a essentially nothing, my value being only what the market will bear. The first few months drained every emotion from me. My Master allowed me to feed Kent table scraps and give him a bath once a week. My Master supervised us the whole time so there was little opportunity for conversation. I did learn of Sylvia and Lenny's escape, which elated me. After about three months, My Master threw up his hands and told us to "Get it out of our systems." He left the room and Kent and I had a long conversation weeks in the making. "Oh Kent, how could you do something so foolish?" "I love you, Vera. I HAD to try and get you back." "Darling, that is so sweet. But you should have returned to earth. Starting over is not the end of the world. Sylvia would have found someone nice for you." Vera's Tale "But I had to TRY. I had to prove I was a real man." I looked at him sadly and said, "Kent, a real man knows when he is beaten and a real man carefully chooses his battles." In response to that Kent sat glumly in the tub before his pleading eyes focused intently upon my own. "Do you love Schwartz?" I paused and gathered my thoughts. That was a complicated question. "I'm not sure what I feel for him, to be honest. At the very least he is a man of his word. My obedience has brought you life. I have not been tortured or beaten this whole time. Aside from an occasional spanking, he has not laid a hand one me. You can judge the sex for yourself." Kent tugged at his chastity cage, pointed to his collar and yelled, "You call THIS living?" "Kent be grateful that the Master does not make YOU suck his cock. Be grateful that your ass is unmolested. I am doing everything I can on your behalf, remember that." That conversation was many months ago. Since then Kent and I have been forbidden to converse. We communicate with our eyes and gestures. Lately, Kent's face has been one large knot of betrayal and pain. Part of me understands why. I just wish he could show a bit of happiness for me. I am seven months along. The doctor tells me it will be a healthy baby boy. My Master is so proud and so loving and attentive. Every time that Kent scowls at my protruding belly, I take it as a personal affront. The new west wing of the house is coming along nicely and My Master orders anything I want from town. The nursery is so lovely. I will have my hands full when my bundle of joy arrives. My master hopes he has my blond hair and intelligence. Besides running the house, I will be changing diapers and nursing around the clock. My Master has promised to rent some slaves to act as maids until I am back on my feet again. With so much going on, there is no time or place for Kent. In a gesture he certainly did not have to make, Master has left the decision of Kent's final dispensation up to me. Kent told me once that the best thing I could do for him was to let my Master kill him. I still have too much affection for Kent to do that. After talking it over with the Master, we both think that Port Noir, Cygnus Five's gay colony, is the right option. I know that Kent is not gay, but I somehow know that the men there will be kinder to Kent than my Master is. At the very least they will remove that atrocious chastity cage he's been in for over a year. If nothing else, he will be able to jerk off again. It is the only hope for pleasure that I can give him. There really isn't a better option. My Master has promised that I will be occupied in another part of the house when the slave trader arrives to pick up Kent. When he goes, I know I will feel the loss. Part of my heart will always be his, part of me will always miss him and the life we had. But that life was Vera's and I am Blondie now.